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Post by Speaks-With-Silver on Mar 3, 2008 15:06:24 GMT -5
Speaks-With-Silver was somewhat perturbed to find the building he entered was rather dusty. The Blackwood Company building looked to be completely uninhabited, although he supposed that giving off this impresssion was the general idea. Speaks noticed, however, in the dust, a distinct gap, where people had tred time and time again, back and forth. The peculiar pathway led to a door, through which Speaks was sure he would find stairs leading downwards.
Speaks paused momentarily at the door, narrowing his eyes. Something was making a noise... it really ruined the atmosphere. Aha, a clock, ticking insufferably. Speaks cast a Hush spell at it to quieten the annoying thing down and, satsified with his work, Speaks walked across the room and opened the door. As he had expected, a set of stairs lay before him. Making sure to walk in a way which allowed his robes to billow around him in a most dramatic fashion, Speaks descended the stairs.
The room below was well lit, and Speaks noted with a degree of resignation the lack of any kind of water body. He had, however, grown used to this is the dwellings of others... Speaks couldn't see anybody, so he decided to break his silence.
"Hello?" he called out. "I am a new brother, I seek the Speaker, oh, and Swishiness, and I always wanted a pair of tongs..." Speaks cleared his throat and fell silent, aware that if anybody was in the room, they were probably rather confused by now.
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Post by M'aiq the Liar on Mar 3, 2008 21:53:16 GMT -5
M’aiq the Liar was seated atop of a bookshelf in the sanctuary. From his “perch”, he could see the entire room. Of course, he could see the entire room from his desk, but M’aiq had wanted a change of scenery. He’d been up there so long he honestly forgot how he got up there. M’aiq hated to admit it, but…the reason he was still up there was because he didn’t know how to get down.
He leaned over, a bit dismayed with his situation and thought to himself. There was little the Khajiit could do, he guessed. Perhaps when one of the Golden Saints came out of their alcohol-induced comas, he could help out their Speaker. They probably wouldn’t though, especially since they finally found out that “Thjizzrin” was in fact not a nice name. His ears perked upwards at the sound of someone entering the building. M’aiq presumed it was someone of the family, but he hadn’t the faintest of who. He was slightly perturbed to hear an Argonian’s voice call out.
His ears folded backwards as he replied, “M’aiq is Speaker. What does the scaléd one want from him?”
His brow curled upwards instinctively. He had a natural dislike for those rotten, two-timing lizards. However, for the sake of the Brotherhood, he’d be a nice Speaker. M’aiq swung his legs and kept his focus right on the Argonian, though the site displeased him deep down.
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Post by Speaks-With-Silver on Mar 4, 2008 12:07:34 GMT -5
Speaks looked up at the voice, surprised - he hadn't seen anyone inside after all, then he spotted where it was coming from. He had to hold back a smile when he saw the Speaker of the Santuary seated on top of a bookshelf - it presented an amusing sight. On the other hand, Speaks knew a lot about eccentricities... and how it was best not judge, it always irritated him when people did that to him after all.
Forgetting himself momentarily, Speaks told the Spaker frankly, when he asked what he wanted from him. "Swishiness," it took him three full seconds to realise what he said. "Ahem, what Speaks intended to say was: A place in this sanctuary. I was sent here,"
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Post by M'aiq the Liar on Mar 10, 2008 17:01:53 GMT -5
M’aiq cocked his head slightly at the lizard’s first statement. Did he say what M’aiq thought he’d said? “Swishiness”? What kind of jargon was that? He had said it before, but M’aiq had missed it. Now that the Khajiit had heard it, he was perplexed by the word and had nothing to say, which was just as well since the Argonian continued speaking, telling him his reason for being there. He was a new recruit sent to live at Leyawiin.
The Khajiit folded his ears backwards slightly. That Sithis had his number alright. Tch, sending him an Argonian recruit. Very funny, Sithis, thought M’aiq bitterly. Look, God-type, M’aiq knows you didn’t find the joke about your name sounding similar to syphilis very funny, but do you think you could—you know—move on? You kill people after all, not torture, so why torture this Khajiit!? Next M'aiq supposes you’ll be sending him a human to bug him, huh? That’s just the kind of thing you’d do.
M’aiq finally blinked and looked back at the Argonian, who was still standing there. Oh yeah. M’aiq remembered he had to give new recruits a task. However, all his contracts were in his desk, and M’aiq was not at his desk nor could he get to it. The Khajiit bit his lip and thought quickly. He smiled as he thought up a genius little plan that would get him down from the shelf and get the new recruit off his back.
He cleared his throat and said, “Well, in order to be fully accepted into Leyawiin, you must perform a task for the sanctuary to prove your worth. M’aiq needs you to gather two chairs and a barrel. Once you have those, you need to place the barrel by this here shelf. Then, you stack one chair on the barrel, and then put the other chair right next to the barrel. It…tests your ability…to stack, which is very important in the Leyawiin Sanctuary! So, uh…go!”
M’aiq motioned for the Argonian to get to work. He continued to grin, very happy about having thought up a good way to get him the heck down from the Nine-forsaken bookshelf. He didn’t even read; why did he have a bookshelf anyway? He shook his head lightly and waited for the Argonian to finish his work. He’d be down soon enough.
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Post by Speaks-With-Silver on Mar 11, 2008 12:09:25 GMT -5
"My ability to stack..." Speaks murmured to himself, glancing up at M'aiq once again. A slight grin appeared on his face, the task was very peculiar indeed, but could it be less random than it appeared? After all, you didn't usually find people sitting on the tops of bookshelves.
The Argonian thought it best not to mention this though, M'aiq, after all, was to be his new boss, as it were. It probably wouldn't be a particularly good idea to get on the bad side of his Speaker, especially this early on. First impressions, he knew, often went a long way to deciding whether a new acquaintence was a friend or an enemy.
Now that Speaks thought about it some more, he was fairly certain of the reason M'aiq wanted him to gather such strange things. There was plenty of furniture about the Sancutary, and the Argonian found it hard to believe that even a Khajiit would give him such a pointless task without having a reason.
Still smiling, Speaks walked across to the other side of the sancutary, took hold of a barrel, and dragged it across the floor to the bookshelf. It was strenuous - Speaks wasn't a strong person, but at length, he made it. From there, it was a simple matter to pick up two chairs and move them, placing the last on top of the barrel with a flourish. Speaks swept his arm across in a 'behold' gesutre, noting with delight the swish of his robe. It was times like this that he knew that Swishiness had to be but around the corner...
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Post by M'aiq the Liar on Mar 11, 2008 21:38:11 GMT -5
M’aiq sat atop the shelf patiently as he watched the Argonian bring over the necessary items for M’aiq to get down off the shelf with. The Khajiit’s ears perked upwards happily as he saw the last chair get placed where it needed to be. He only hoped that he wouldn’t fall. It would be just like an Argonian to get the weakest chair that would break and cause poor M’aiq to break open his head. He didn’t even have his Colovian helm with him either; it was on his desk still sadly.
He still had to cover up for the fact that he was stuck, and so he said, “In order to test your stacking abilities, this stack must be able to support the weight of one Khajiit. Luckily, we happen to have one!” He added a brief smile to the end of his statement as he motioned towards himself. The Khajiit then carefully stepped onto the first chair and luckily found it to be stable. Before continuing on, he finished, “Good, good. M’aiq finds the stack suitable.”
He nodded approvingly as he stepped onto the next chair then finally onto the floor. The Argonian had proven himself worthy as far as stacking was concerned, which was a lot more important to M’aiq than others realized. Who else could he entrust to stack pebbles at his desk when he was gone? It was a very important duty to Leyawiin Sanctuary.
“Well,” said M’aiq, “you’ve proven yourself enough to get into Leyawiin Sanctuary. You can stay here. There are probably still some empty bedrooms upstairs in the old building. Eh, aside from the basic furniture, there isn’t anything else. The food is all down here, and so are the contracts. Oh, and M’aiq. He's down here too, of course, but he’s not that important. He just does things. Sometime he doesn’t. Anyway, he’s glad to have you here, eh…” He reached for a name, but couldn’t think of any. He looked to the Argonian for aid in this, hoping he hadn’t been told already and forgotten so soon.
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Post by Speaks-With-Silver on Mar 12, 2008 11:31:38 GMT -5
If Speaks had been fortunate to possess eyebrows he would have raised one, though perhaps very slightly. In lieu of this mannerism, a look of amusement came and went across his face, although M'aiq probably wouldn't recognise it as such. Well, at least, Speaks hoped not. He had an uneasy feeling that M'aiq wasn't quite as... daft, as he came across to be. After all, many had called Speaks mad in the past, and that was far from the truth.
As M'aiq spoke, Speaks waited patiently, then supplied his name when the Khajiit paused. "This one is called Speaks-With-Silver," not wanting a silence to grow, and feeling as if he needed to give an answer. "Speaks will stay down here for the time being, if that's okay Speaker M'aiq?"
Right now, Speaks was feeling a little insecure with his induction into the Dark Brotherhood, he really didn't want to go galavanting off. Surprisingly, the Sanctuary offered comfort and security, which was remarkable for a building he had spent barely five minutes inside. Maybe it really was... home.
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